Silver {FIN}

{50} A Bully's Help

I wrapped my arms on my legs that were pulled to my chest. I rocked back and forth, tears smearing down my cheeks. I hiccuped every now and then, but I didn't care. I wanted my mom to hold me and tell me she loves me and I'm her angel. She would tickle me and make me pancakes. She would run her tiny and soft hand through my crappy hair. Serge hugged me, pulling my head on my neck but that made me cry harder. Serge flinched and tried shushing me. I knew Serge was trying to help but I didn't want his hug. I wanted my mom's hug. I wanted her shushing me and telling me everything's going to be all right. Edgar was on the ground next to Lochlan who was sleeping. Edgar was watching me with tears running down his cheeks.

He would wipe it away angrily and mumble something under his breath. 'She's okay, Eddie, stop crying,' he said dully.

I gripped Serge's shoulder and scrunched my face in a weird look.

"You sound like my father," I said back. He punched his fist on the floor and groaned. He gripped his hair and watched me. I released Serge and Chase tried calming down by hugging me.

"Don't cry or you'll know what happens," he said, rubbing my back.

I didn't care if the werewolves saw me crying in front of them. A Slayer with black eyes crying in front of a pack of wolves? They saw me damaged, they knew my weakness, and I didn't like it. I didn't like how they heard Chase the words that made me stop crying. If only he knew they didn't work this time. I put my mouth on the crook of his neck digging my nails into his shoulder. There was huge pain in the middle of my chest, ripping something that made me feel alive. I screamed, tears were coming more and fast.

Edgar screamed also, tears running down his face and yelling things that were on my mind. 'Where is she? Where is she? Where is she? I want her back! Mom!'

"Mom!" I wailed. Edgar growled and ran towards me. I was pulled away from Chase's death grip and my body slammed onto the couch. My back arched as I gasped and my eyes shifting to black. I grabbed Edgar's wrist and tried pulling him out of my body but he only shook his head and ripped out of my grip.

"Edgar!" I screamed. I gasped again and now looked around. My hair was stuck to my forehead, dry tears, and my hands shaking uncontrollably. This was hell. Chase jumped out of the couch and pulled out his phone.

"That's it, I'm calling Brandon," Chase said.

"Why are you calling him, isn't that his bully?" Clayton questioned.

"They're all buddy-buddy now. I remembered when Eddie only thought of Brandon to get his anger out."

"But he isn't angry, he's sad," Serge corrected.

Chase sighed. "It's the only way he can calm down. Hell, I thought I would calm him down."

"Us too. You're like his little brother," Clayton commented.

Chase cracked a smile. "He's like another big brother, but this time, he's here." 

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Brandon rubbed his hand together and licked his lips the second time. I wanted to ripe his fucking lips off and drink his blood until he turns cold. 'No, don't do that. He's my friend.'

"How can he be your friend when he tortured us? He's an asshole with a confusing life," I said annoyingly. Brandon eyes showed but it quickly went away when he turned around to look at Chase.

"Who is he talking to?" Brandon asked.

"He's talking to Eddie, I think. I heard Lochlan isn't with him anymore which is suspicious but then I heard he's somewhere in our world," Chase said and crossed his arms over his chest.

Brandon looked back at me and kneeled down to my level. He put his hand on my right cheek and his smell hit me like a ton of bricks. It was bitter yet sweet and it smelled bad yet good. I didn't want to believe that Brandon was turning good just because Eddie, I, us saved his ass. I should've snapped his neck when he was controlled. But Eddie loves being the good guy.

'I'm not the good guy. I don't think I'm a hero, either.'

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever you say, Slayer. Just so you know, I'm punching you for making me cry."

'Whatever you say, freak.'

I growled and turned my attention back to Brandon. He sighed and pulled his sleeve down, revealing his tan skin. My throat itched for blood. Eddie was screaming at me don't do it. I grabbed Brandon's wrist and was going to bite it when I heard him whimper. He had his eyes shut tight and his body was stiff. As much I wanted to kill the bastard, I let him go.

Brandon eyes snapped opened and said, "You're not going to bite me?"

I growled and looked away. "You're not worth it. Plus, this idiot is screaming at me."

Brandon gave me a crooked smile. "Thanks Edgar."

Eddie jaw dropped and dropped next to me on the couch. 'He called you Edgar.'

"You called me Edgar," I said.

He nodded; his crooked smile turning into a grin.

"You called me Edgar," I said slowly.

He chuckled and wrapped his arms around me. I didn't know how I felt about that. I didn't let anyone hug me. Hell, not even Eddie. But having Eddie's bully, my bully, our bully hug you is the most creepiest thing my life. For Eddie, it made him happy and safe. Whenever someone hugs him, someone he knows, he felt safe straightaway. Of course the idiot would feel that. He's human after all. I badly wanted to sink my teeth in his neck, feel pain, feel what he made me feel everyday he saw my face. Eddie wanted to hug but I wanted to kill.

"I'm not hugging you because you're going to help me get Denis," Brandon mumbled. My body went stiff. Eddie lied a hand on my shoulder.

"Then what are hugging me for?" I said.

"Feeling stiff and angry isn't going to make you happy, Edgar. It makes you cold and mean, like some people are. I was until I saw what you did for me and your friends. I know you want to kill me for what I did, and you could, but I know you don't want to kill me. It won't make things right."

He was right about one thing. Did I want to kill him? I know my takes over and tries to kill every little thing that my nose picks up but this my bully I'm talking about here. He gave me his full permission to kill his ass and I'm thinking this over?

'You really care.'

"Shut up," I snapped.

'You really care about him, about all of us. Thanks Edgar.'

"I said shut up."

He smiled when he saw me blushing and that made Brandon hug me tighter. Eddie smiled and hugged me too. I groaned and rolled my eyes, moving my arms so I could hug these humans, these idiots, my friends. Why did Eddie have to make a bad side of himself? All of the kindness and safe shit was making me sick. Yet, it made me forget about my mom for a second.